Acting Tips for Conan World

"The fifth can, I wish me a better future! I'll finish it, you guys can do whatever you want!"

No. 23 vividly brought up his previous experience of attending drinking parties with his father, and vividly portrayed how his father's leader spoke drinking words.

Although there was no such rich plot when No. 16 actually drank, he was just trying hard to swallow it down.

No. 28 nodded and said that it was just like what No. 23 had done. "Before we could even have a few more sips, Gao Jing finished five cans and immediately started acting drunk and crazy."

No. 23 acted very gloating, and even sighed in a fake manner, "We seldom drank together before, and I never thought that just five cans of beer would make Gao Jing so drunk and cause such consequences."

Hattori Heiji stood in front of the window, looking at the open window.

The lower window frame had obvious dust from not being cleaned often, and only the middle part had signs of being wiped, which seemed to be

This was probably caused by the deceased sitting on the windowsill.

There were oily fingerprints on the window frames on both sides, which were made when the deceased was holding the window frames to maintain balance.

There were many footprints on the white wall under the window, which were full of holes from being kicked. Hattori Heiji recalled that there was a lot of white ash on the edge of the deceased's shoes, probably caused by him being drunk.

"Who was closest to the deceased when he fell off the windowsill?" asked Hattori Heiji.

No. 23 pointed out No. 21 and No. 28, but he also said, "They were the only ones who came over to try to persuade him to come down. I was hoping that he would fall down and pay for his life in Pingwu, so I ignored him completely."

Hattori Heiji said with a hint of meaning, "You have never been close to the dead?"

"Yes."

No. 23 spread his hands, confident because he had never done it before, "All three of them can vouch for me."

Hattori Heiji curled his lips and showed a confident smile, "Hey, Kudo, you know it too."

Conan gritted his teeth and kicked Hattori Heiji's calf, "What Kudo? Where did Kudo come from? There is no Kudo!"

"Oh, okay, okay."

Facing the suspicious eyes of Inspector Megure, Hattori Heiji touched the back of his head with cold sweat and laughed twice, "I mean, if Kudo was here, he would definitely know the truth of the matter just like me!"

Inspector Megure no longer cared about Kudo and other passers-by who only existed in his memory. He looked at Hattori Heiji in surprise and said, "Isn't this an accidental suicide, Brother Hattori?"

No. 23 and No. 28 also looked at each other.

[Colleague Aqiang[28]: What’s the truth?

Colleague Aqiang[28]: He shouldn’t be able to see our group messages through his eyes, right?

Revenge Brother [23]: That shouldn’t be possible, right? 】

Hattori Heiji confidently explained, "When the deceased was drunk, a lot of white wall dust was rubbed on his feet, so much so that white marks could be found on his shoes after he fell from the building. Then, may I ask."

He looked at No. 23, and said sharply, "You have been standing behind those two people the whole time, and you have never had close contact with the deceased. Why do you have the same wall dust on your calves?"

"……what?"

No. 23 looked down at the marks on his panties and his brain short-circuited.

"what?"

"what?"

"What?"

Chapter 247 The evils of society!

All eyes were focused on No. 23.

Originally, it should be nothing.

The ID card of No. 23 turns out to be the murderer, which is actually more in line with the original plot, and maybe the score can be even higher.

But, it’s not him!

He hasn't done it!

The dust on his pants was caused by him helping No. 16 climb up the windowsill because No. 16 was afraid to climb up at first.

No. 16 jumped down by himself! A huge sense of grievance surged in his heart, and No. 23 glared at Hattori Heiji, "I don't know where I was touched, what can I prove?"

Hattori Heiji leaned against the wall. "You said before that you wished the deceased would die sooner and never went forward to persuade him to come down. Then the wall dust on the tip of the deceased's shoe should not be stuck on your pants in that form."

"You sneaked up on the deceased while the two men were trying to persuade him to come down and their attention was focused on his face, stretched out your legs and pushed up on his calves, causing him to lose balance and fall from the 21st floor."

"Before the deceased fell, his toes would subconsciously try to hook onto something to keep his balance, which left a mark on your pants. If you do a test, you'll find that the dust and dirt on the mark on your pants are exactly the same as those on the deceased's shoes! This is decisive evidence!"

No. 23 nodded seriously, then bent down and quickly patted the wall dust off his trouser legs. He moved so quickly that no one present could react.

Hattori Heiji glared at No. 23. This was the first time he encountered someone trying to destroy evidence. "Want to destroy evidence? But you may not know much about the laboratory. The wall dust is so fine that even if you wipe off the dust on the surface, you can't destroy the dust hidden inside the fabric!"

"Hattori!" Conan wanted to stop Hattori Heiji from saying it, but he had already finished cursing angrily.

He could only resort to using his own anesthetic needle, but ever since Xiaolan knew he was Kudo Shinichi, he had not used his anesthetic watch for a long time, and his skills were too unskilled. By the time he aimed with the crosshairs, No. 23 had already picked up a half-empty can of beer from the table and poured it onto his pants.

Looking at the dumbfounded Hattori Heiji, No. 23 let out a villain's laugh, "A detective likes to show off his reasoning results. It's understandable for a young man. With more experience, he will know his mistakes. Uncle will teach you a lesson today and let you see the dangers of society!"

Inspector Megure was furious, "Everyone present saw you destroy the evidence!"

"Without testing, if I flick the dust off my pants, it's considered destroying evidence? If the weather is too hot and I pour some wine on my pants to cool them down, it's considered destroying evidence?"

No. 23, as a cultured criminal, smiled elegantly, "You can't even produce evidence to present in court. Even if you bring me back to the Metropolitan Police Department, you can only do so in the name of assisting in the investigation. How about this, officer? How about this, detective?"

【Colleague Aqiang[28]: 23?

Colleague Aqiang[28]:

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Revenge Bro[23]: Huh? What's up?

Colleague Aqiang[28]: It’s nothing… you just acted too fast and I thought you were crazy like you were on 25.

Revenge Bro[23]: Not really! I just wanted to vent my anger after being wronged by Hattori Heiji.

Revenge Brother [23]: Hattori Heiji made the wrong deduction when they first met. This time, before Conan even said a word, he rushed to make a judgment. No wonder Conan is the protagonist!

Colleague Aqiang[28]: On the surface, his reasoning is indeed correct.

Revenge Brother [23]: When I watch Conan, I always wonder why the criminals don’t destroy the evidence. Today I finally got a chance to do so.

Revenge Bro[23]: Let me think about how to end this...

Colleague A Qiang[28]: The phrase "crying, regretting, and kneeling" doesn't seem to be very appropriate in this scene. How about a warm and emotional rendering?

Revenge Brother [23]: That makes sense! 】

In the silence in the room, No. 23 raised his eyebrows and smiled, "That's it, that's how Hiraya-scholar died. Everyone knows that she was forced to death by Takai, but there is no evidence, and Takai will not be punished."

"The junior from Pingwu committed suicide by jumping off a building. She chose a night when no one was around, not wanting to cause trouble for anyone - she was such a considerate woman."

He sighed, his expression calm: "When I saw Gao Jing sitting on the windowsill and pretending to jump down, I wondered what was Hiraya-sensei thinking before she committed suicide by sitting by the window. Was she cold? Was she scared? Jumping off a building must have been painful. I went to see her and saw large pools of blood on the ground."

"I just want Takai to experience what it feels like when Hiraya's junior dies."

No. 23 walked up to Officer Megure and held out his hands. "It would be great if mental coercion causing death could be criminalized... Well, I plead guilty."

Inspector Megure handcuffed him silently.

【Revenge Brother[23]: How is it?

Colleague Aqiang[28]: (Thumbs up)]

After the fiery clouds in the sky burned the entire western sky, the sun slowly sank into the horizon.

After the police took the criminal away, Conan and Hattori Heiji went to the Metropolitan Police Department with the deceased's girlfriend and male colleague to take a statement.

There was a gloomy atmosphere in the car.

An hour ago, these four people were still arm in arm and laughing, but now there is only a mess.

At seven o'clock in the evening, after finishing the statement and leaving the Metropolitan Police Department, Hattori Heiji's train back to Osaka was about to depart.

Hattori Heiji has been in a depressed mood ever since the evidence was destroyed in front of him.

"Now I know why my dad always forces me to tell my reasoning to the police in the Metropolitan Police Department."

Hattori Heiji scratched his head and sighed, "If I can't bring the criminal to justice in this case, I will be really depressed... Next time, next time I must protect the evidence before making any inferences!"

Isn't this just wanting to express your reasoning in front of others?

"Because it's really satisfying! You can unravel all the truth by yourself, deduce it bit by bit, and let everyone understand your thinking and exclaim "Wow!"

Hattori Heiji grabbed the railing on the road and turned to look at Conan proudly, "Aren't you thinking the same thing?"

"……yes."

Although the sense of excitement was reduced by half after becoming Conan, he could no longer accept everyone's admiration for him.

"Ah, it's really too late to say more! Anyway, you must be careful, the other party stole the report from the Metropolitan Police Department for a purpose!"

Hattori Heiji looked at the ticket and saw that there were only ten minutes left, so he jumped and ran away.

Conan retracted the smile on his face and his expression became solemn.

Yes, if it was just to confirm his identity, one could just look at the time when Kogoro Mouri first fell asleep... What was the purpose of stealing those reports?

Chapter 248 Wuqi is here to fight!

The organization's affairs weighed on Conan's heart like a huge rock.

But this did not stop him from making an appointment with the Junior Detective Team to watch the game happily together.

It's Team Soul vs Team Nova.

Aido Haibara bought a ticket and gave it to Conan, and Conan used this ticket to take Xiaolan with him.

In order to thank Haibara Ai for the football ticket, Xiaolan made a special gift for her.

It is a pendant that can be tied to a schoolbag, which is the most popular little thing among high school girls nowadays. Considering Haibara Ai's age, a character from the Sailor Moon, which is the most popular among elementary school girls nowadays, was made for her.

After Huiyuan Ai smiled and expressed her love and thanked her, she immediately turned around and glanced at Conan, "Haven't you told her my identity yet?"

Conan made shushing gestures repeatedly, and Huibara Ai crossed her arms and looked at him sideways, "If Xiaolan finds out about this one day, don't blame me for not reminding you."

"I'm also afraid that Xiaolan will be in danger if she knows too much about the organization." Conan sighed.

Huihara Ai looked at a gorilla and said, "You didn't understand what I meant. I was talking about the fact that there was a beautiful girl of the right age who was always with you on your way to and from school, but you never reported it to your girlfriend, and your girlfriend didn't know about it either."

Conan showed a half-moon eye, "A beautiful girl of the right age... Hey, is there really someone who would call themselves that?"

"Don't worry, I treat you exactly like Hattori."

He reached out his hand with a relaxed expression and patted Huihara Ai's shoulder, but she ruthlessly brushed him off, "Don't think I'm joking with you or that I'm making a fuss. Put yourself in her shoes, and imagine that the Suzuki Sonoko who has been with Xiaolan is actually a man - what you think in your mind is what Xiaolan will think after she knows about my affairs."

Hiss, don't say such a horrible idea as if nothing happened!

Conan felt creepy just imagining it. From elementary school to high school, Suzuki Sonoko had always been with Xiaolan. If Suzuki Sonoko was a man...

Ah ah ah ah ah ah!

He held his head and his expression suddenly twisted.

Seeing Conan's face turn blue and look like he was about to die, Haibara Ai, who was unable to make an appointment with Hezhi to watch the game due to an emergency work, suddenly became much happier, "Think about it carefully."

"The goalkeeper rushed out! The defenders are also approaching him! Will Xiu still be able to score?"

"He kicked it to the side! Who will catch it?"

"It's Naoki!"

The player Naoki jumped up, caught the football with his head, and then shot it!

"The ball is in!"

As the commentator gave his excited explanation, the whole audience cheered, and the Soul team defeated the Nova team!

Everyone went back home with great excitement, and when they were leaving, Conan suddenly saw a familiar figure.

Short blond hair...Teacher Judy?

Wasn’t she going to look for her missing friend? How could she have time to watch the game... No way!

Conan's glasses lit up.

She didn't want to come to watch the game, she wanted to use the many people at the game to cover up the fact that she was meeting someone!

Conan raised his leg and tried to chase after him, but there were too many people in the stadium, and most of them were Japanese men who were tall and strong compared to Japanese children and women.

The crowds of people blocked his view, and in front of him were thick thighs blocking the way.

Soon, there was no trace of Teacher Judy.